sinking down, down

[facultwist]

Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.

If there is another side, you do not reach it.

It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.

You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.

Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.

Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?

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[thatsplato]

This doesn't belong here. [She's talking to the alcohol. Which is what Alcohol normally makes people do. She'll have to take care to dispose of this later, which, feels like an extraordinary task right now, but is at least something to do.

The calendar gets her attention though. I have two questions before we get to the serious one:

What's the theme? is playboy bunnies or naked firemen?

and

What month is it set to?

But with the serious questions, Misty's also investigating to see if there's any markings on it.]

[facultwist]

[ It's... well it was going to be normal, but now it's a swimsuit calendar because I think that's funnier.

It's set to March, for what that's worth. ]